mabel chiltern. I assure you she is coming upstairs, as large as life and not nearly so natural.
lady chiltern. You need not wait, Mabel. Remember, Lady Basildon is expecting you.
mabel chiltern. Oh! I must shake hands with Lady Markby. She is delightful. I love being scolded by her.
[Enter mason.]
mason. Lady Markby. Mrs. Cheveley.
[Enter lady markby and mrs. cheveley.]
lady chiltern. [Advancing to meet them.] Dear Lady Markby, how nice of you to come and see me! [Shakes hands with her, and bows somewhat distantly to mrs. cheveley.] Won’t you sit down, Mrs. Cheveley?
mrs. cheveley. Thanks. Isn’t that Miss Chiltern? I should like so much to know her.
lady chiltern. Mabel, Mrs. Cheveley wishes to know you.
[mabel chiltern gives a little nod.]